Chapter 442
The boundary between body and soul became blurred at this moment.
It was somewhat similar to the move that projected the Golden Crow, but there was no real sun in this small world; instead, there was a true moon.
“Bing Jie, over there!”
Jiang Chulong anxiously searched for a long time before finally confirming the direction with great care.
Upon hearing this, the moonlight entity, Bing Tuozi, nodded in agreement. Feng Xu rode the wind and rose into the air, lightly gliding on the moonlight, wielding his sword into the azure sky.
“!”
Li Mo finally understood why the legend of Chang'e flying to the moon has endured through the ages.
Wait, that’s not right; where is Bing Tuozi heading?
Where is she going?
Everyone, as if caught in a dream, was too bewildered to think. The shadows moved slowly yet swiftly, the cold fairy and the moon goddess who had suddenly descended to the mortal realm.
Perhaps she had been on earth for too long and was preparing to return to the heavenly palace, taking with her her tranquility and purity, leaving behind this world that had once been dazzled by her presence, making people believe that her appearance was merely a fleeting dream...
“She’s going to... the Jiangshan Sheji Map!?”
As the one present most closely connected to the Da Yu Tianyun Dao artifact, the crown prince Jiang Yu suddenly stood up.
“No!”
Du Wufeng abruptly interrupted, his old face growing increasingly animated:
“It’s Tianren City! She’s going to Tianren City to bring it... back!”
“Hahaha, I get it now! I know what it’s been waiting for!”
“What are you talking about?”
On the judging panel, the old eunuch, the scholar with the surname Luo, and several others, were all puzzled by Du Wufeng’s sudden outburst.
Only Jiang Yu, after a moment of contemplation, suddenly felt as if struck by lightning.
The words tumbled from his lips, each one pronounced with clarity:
“Tianren... Divine Sword?!”
Crack—
On the Jiangshan Sheji Map, it was as if a thunderclap had erupted, distorting the grand scene depicted on it.
A heavy gate slowly emerged from the endless chaos, slightly ajar.
Through this narrow crack, one could glimpse the vast and wondrous world within, a divine city standing tall, vaguely resembling the imperial capital but even more towering.
The architecture was layered and diverse, bizarre and unique.
Yet amidst the grandeur, there was an unsettling sense of disharmony.
And at the very top of the city, the most majestic and otherworldly.
“How did Tianren City come out?”
Li Mo heard the slightly trembling voice of Princess Yuyang.
Tianren City?
Doesn’t that mean it’s the other half of the Tianhuang Domain?
To call it the Tianhuang Domain isn’t entirely accurate; from what he understood, the Tianhuang Domain would continuously evolve and change. This so-called Tianren City was likely just one of the relatively stable forms of the incomplete Tianhuang Domain.
“Amitabha...”
The old monk Hengyuan seemed to have seen something within.
In the end, he could only let out a long sigh and fell silent.
Tianren City, Divine Sword...
“!”
Li Mo leaned back slightly.
No way, Bing Tuozi... is making such a big move?
But even if Bing Tuozi had half of the Tianhuang Domain, how could she summon that sword?
That didn’t matter.
This time, there really was a heavenly palace up there.
The fairy-like cold fairy, however, showed no intention of entering. She gently raised her delicate hand, then parted her lips, whispering something unknown.
A beam of sword light ignited within the heavenly palace, instantly piercing through the portal in the void, emerging from the Jiangshan Sheji Map.
This sword, as fleeting as dew and as swift as lightning, descended gently, obediently landing in her grasp.
A soft sword chant echoed across the sky.
It also awakened those who thought they were dreaming, finally bringing them back to reality, though their emotions were now beyond words.
“To enter Tianren City, one must be among the top three of the Qianlong Conference, in order to wield the Divine Sword.”
“But now... the Qianlong Conference hasn’t even started yet!”
“Forget it, I’m out. Let me know when Ying Bing decides not to participate in the Qianlong Conference.”
“She’s seventeen; even if you turn into a tortoise prime minister, you won’t outlast her.”
“But doesn’t she already have a weapon? Since she can summon the Divine Sword, why bother coming here?”
“Dude, have you ever been in love?”
“?”
Xie Xuan was momentarily taken aback, his fists clenched, yet he found himself unable to retort.
What does this have to do with love? I’ve already severed my emotional ties!
“But the Divine Hammer Little Overlord doesn’t have a weapon yet.”
The disciple who had just arrived looked at him with a hint of sympathy.
“???”
Xie Xuan’s body shook, and then he began to tremble all over.
The Divine Hammer Little Overlord is going to participate in the... Qianlong Conference with the Divine Sword?
What kind of absurdity is this!
Right now, he probably felt like a dark, writhing maggot, and unfortunately, he knew it all too well but couldn’t control himself.
Li Mo, you really deserve to die!
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**Chapter 492: Wielding the Divine Sword**
Tianshan Sword Manor, Sword Tomb.
The Sword Tomb is located on the sheer cliffs of Tianshan, and through the mist, one can vaguely see the Sword Furnace Plaza below.
Various swords are embedded in the cliff, some having coexisted with the trees, while others are covered in stone shells, weathered by the passage of time.
The owners of these swords once fought in Tianren City.
But in the end, they all met with defeat, their swords returned to this place.
Beneath the wind-swept pines, an old man in plain clothes sat across from a gaunt middle-aged scholar. Between them lay a large slab of blue stone, holding exquisite wine pots and cups.
The old man had a long white beard and hair tied with a grass rope, his expression solemn, his breath faint, as if he were no different from the blue stone before him.
No one would associate him with the former master of Hengyun Sword City.
Now one of the Nine Heavens.
The scholar opposite him had a deep “川” character etched between his brows, his hair disheveled, giving him an air of wildness, yet he also seemed to bear some chronic ailment.
He resembled a carefree madman, perhaps having consumed Wushi San, but his other qualities could not suppress the nobility that emanated from him.
“I remember when I first met you, you looked just like this. Now I’m almost old, yet you remain the same.”
The middle-aged scholar spoke with warmth, yet there was an undeniable authority in his tone.
“Isn’t it a thief who doesn’t die old? Hehe...”
The old guardian took a sip of wine, seemingly unable to discern much flavor.
“This year’s Qianlong List has some highlights. Ying Bing is as formidable as she was in her youth, and there’s also a promising young man, but unfortunately, his sword talent is too weak.”
“Otherwise, with the two of them, plus Jiang Yu, we wouldn’t need Xie Xuan to enter Tianren City.”
The middle-aged scholar sighed lightly.
Hearing this, the old guardian chuckled softly.
The scholar raised an eyebrow: “Why are you laughing, senior?”
“I’m not laughing at you; I’m laughing at how your father and I wasted our lives in vain, only to find that the vast Tianshan Sword Manor, filled with talented swordsmen, ultimately has to rely on a hammer-wielding lad to wield the Divine Sword and break through to Tianren.”
“You mean... that Divine Hammer Little Overlord?”
The scholar’s expression turned serious, a hint of authority emanating from him.
The old guardian wiped away the tears of laughter from his eyes:
“This morning, Ying Bing came by, along with the little princess.”
The scholar’s expression froze, a complex mix of emotions flickering in his eyes, tinged with guilt.
Fate governs all, and we have little control over it...
“Ying Bing asked me if the Divine Sword would be taken back if she summoned it today.”
“I dared to tell her that if she is worthy of this sword, she should take it.”
Since Su Su Jun left the Divine Sword in Tianren City all those years ago, Da Yu began its triannual Qianlong Conference.
Many participants, the most talented from the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, entered the imperial capital, hoping to seize that youthful ambition, the best of the mortal realm.
Yet, despite the many who came, no one has been able to bring the Divine Sword out.
Let alone recognize it as their own.
“How could she find the sword, and how could she take it?”
The middle-aged scholar asked urgently.
“I see that the little princess has the sword bone; if she seeks her mother’s sword, she should be able to find it.”
“She... surpasses Su Jun; how could she not draw the sword?”
The old guardian seemed a bit tipsy.
“But the one who wields the sword...”
As the middle-aged scholar spoke, he suddenly recalled the old guardian’s earlier words, all his emotions receding as he fell into deep thought.
After a moment of silence, he stood up, gazing up at the vast sky, at the enormous Jiangshan Sheji Map.
After a silent nod, the Jiangshan Sheji Map erupted with thunder, and Tianren City emerged.
...
With the Divine Sword in hand, Ying Bing returned to the mortal realm, undoubtedly capturing everyone’s gaze in a moment of stillness.
The sword in her hand shimmered like heavenly crystal, shedding the moonlight from her form, her skin still glistening like frost illuminated by the moon, as if she had just returned from the Moon Palace, bringing back a sword instead of a spirit herb.
Then she landed beside a certain Little Overlord, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him, softly saying:
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